English Eclogues IV – The Sailor’s Mother (Robert Southey Poems)
WOMAN.Sir for the love of God some small reliefTo a poor woman!TRAVELLER.Whither are you bound?'Tis a late hour to travel ...
WOMAN.Sir for the love of God some small reliefTo a poor woman!TRAVELLER.Whither are you bound?'Tis a late hour to travel ...
Lying flat on my belly shivering in clutch frost,There was time to watch the stars, we had dug in;Looking eastward ...
I am as a spitting who has dweltWithin his heave of heaves, and I have feltHis felt, and have thought ...
Even in his fading memory serving the church that he loves The dishes, the wiring the work of his hands ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
'Pass it along, the wiring party's going out'- And yawning sentries mumble, 'Wirers going out.' Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with ...
Hullo! here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. 'The war'll be over soon.' 'What 'opes?' 'No bloody fear!' ...
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